..........but, what if it's a................GIRL?

Having received a book of poetry copy-written in fateful 1936, I turned at random to this ode entitled TO MY UNBORN SON. The certainty of the pending child being a boy reminded me of Gordon MacRae's character in the musical Carousel, who sang the briefly famous Rogers and Hammerstein's song, My Boy, Bill. As the song progresses, MacRae comes to the sudden realization that the baby might be.........a girl!

In the days before ultra-sound, the poet's certainty of having a boy puts a heavyload to deliver the male goods on the mother's womb, and heart. So life has gone. (And, there' an epitaph for you........)

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